Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 463 Sirius is not dead yet

Death is not scary.

Snape wasn't afraid, even yearned.

To be buried under Voldemort's spell is probably the best ending.

Even if he never had her, even if he broke up with her, even if he is not like her in everything. At least in the same way as her, there will always be more parts of his life that are similar to her.

He accepted it frankly, but some people couldn't accept it.

Just at the moment when the green light has shot out.

The marble floor below them twisted at the same time, and two towering walls rose one after the other.

The Killing Curse struck, causing a huge explosion.

Gravel splashes.

Snape knew in his heart that someone saved him, Dumbledore?Or Potter?Maybe it was the two of them shooting together.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but couldn't.

All the strength in his heart was vented, and the side effects of the potion that he shouldn't have taken began to explode violently, destroying every part of his body.

Voldemort looked back.

Harry flew over on his Firebolt, holding a grinning, swinging Dumbledore in his hand.

Snape was no match for Voldemort.

But his small body, small magical power, and small efforts achieved the most due effect—he delayed enough time for Dumbledore and Snape to rush over.

"Go and save Professor Snape." Harry whispered, jumping off the Firebolt.

The potion effect is still going on.

Losing an arm and wand, although it was enough to finish off an opponent like Snape, it was a bit powerless against Harry, who was not much different in strength.

not to mention.
His faith is receding.

Dumbledore landed behind a stone wall.

Snape's physical condition was shocking, he lost a lot of blood, and his whole body was shriveled.Not breathing well.

Voldemort didn't do him much harm.

Most of these injuries are caused by potions.

The youngest master of potions, the person who is most familiar with potions, is backlashed by potions.

He waved his wand.

A few healing spells fell, but it didn't help, Snape's body was still being torn apart brutally by the potion.

This has nothing to do with Dumbledore's spell.

No matter how good the spell, potion, or magic item is, they can't save a person who wants to die.

Even the resurrection stone, one of the legendary three holy artifacts.

Just like the Philosopher's Stone that turned stone into gold and lived a long life, it failed to keep Nick Flamel's life.

If you want Snape to survive, you must first let Snape want to survive.

"Severus, you can't die yet," Dumbledore said.

Snape was speechless.

Dumbledore thought for a while, and imitated Harry's tone: "It's hard to find a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts now. I need you, otherwise we may not have a professor available next year."

Snape's breath didn't improve.

Dumbledore continued: "Harry needs you too, and he needs potions for you to make."

Snape was slightly fluctuating, his emotions rose, and his breathing seemed to be a little smoother.

But these are not enough.

Dumbledore paused, scratched his head, lowered his head, almost touching Snape's ear: "Sirius is not dead yet."

Snape reacted violently, his breath fluctuating violently.

Eyelids began to tremble, and he was trying to open them.

This sentence stimulated him.

Let him begin to have the will to live.

Yup
How can I die!

That guy Blake is still alive!

At the very least, I have to see that guy die!
Dumbledore was relieved and cast the healing spell one after another. Snape's physical injuries were under control. They didn't heal, but at least they didn't get worse.

Several protective spells were cast.

He raised his head, looked into the air, and no longer continued to treat Snape - the conditions here are limited, ensuring that Snape will not die is enough, and there are more important things to do next.

Harry used the Firebolt to fight Voldemort.

After taking Blizzard, his flexibility in the air is no worse than on the ground.

of course
The only disadvantage is that Harry can dodge, but the Firebolt can't. It's just a magic prop, and it's a living target if it isn't manipulated.

In just a few minutes of confrontation, two brooms have been crushed.

And this only shortcoming can also be made up for.

Not counting the Sorting Hat he was riding, there were still four of them.

Voldemort couldn't last until he smashed the seventh broom.

In the previous few sword strikes, Harry was still rushing to weaken, but gradually, the ultimate move of sword and sword was rushing to claim Voldemort's life.

With a sword, cut off the ears.

Another sword cut off the nose.

Handsome Tom Riddle, still changed back to his real appearance, no nose.

This made him start to feel real fear.

No, run away!
He lifted into the air, the magic power surged, and he was about to fly out——

Harry looked at him calmly, and suddenly let go of his brain defense.

An inexplicable link arises between two people.

Voldemort looked back at Harry in confusion, not understanding why there was such a connection suddenly at this moment, but almost instantly, he reacted and his face turned pale.

Horcruxes!

Harry is also one of his Horcruxes!

It was left inadvertently when Lily Potter was killed that day.

Got it!

Harry raised his wand and cast a spell over his scar.

Soul transmission, pain attack.

Voldemort couldn't help but froze for a moment.

At this moment, Harry jumped up from the broom again.

Voldemort endured the pain, waved his hand, and hastily fought back.One of Baishuang shredded the Firebolt, while the other two flanked him.

But Harry turned into a white wolf in an instant, passed through with hoarfrost, bit the Gryffindor sword, and with a poof - pierced fiercely into Voldemort's neck.

He quickly becomes an adult again.

With a wave of the wand, an alchemy bomb hanging from his waist turned into iron. The wand pulled, dragged the two of them heavily, and fell to the ground quickly.

boom!
It kicked up smoke and dust as high as a person.

Harry took out the snake bone sword and drove it into his chest.

"Harry, go on," Geralt called from behind him, throwing his own two swords.

Harry wand a little.

One was nailed into the right forearm, and the other into the lower abdomen.

"Tom," said Harry softly, "we're going to wrap up now."

Voldemort gritted his teeth.

"Albus." Harry waved his wand, and the Transfiguration Charm forcibly snapped Voldemort's head right, knocking his eyelids open.

Dumbledore came.

Legilimency.

Together, the two of them cast the spell.

Voldemort is a master of Legilimency and brain defense, but his will has collapsed long ago, and his soul is too broken. He can't resist for a long time, and Dumbledore and Harry invaded and peeped at his memory.

From his memory in the Room of Requirement, to Crouch capturing Karkaroff and arranging for him to stay with Ravenclaw's diadem, to the day when he was preparing for his resurrection and the resurrection was successful.

The memory is complete and clear.

Dumbledore ended earlier than Harry, and the two of them exchanged what they saw in their memories.

Not sure once, after two, three times
They were finally sure that Voldemort had no more Horcruxes.

(End of this chapter)